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I’m sorry for what I done. Jesus is Lord.
I don’t know what y’all called her, but I called her Roz.
I love you endlessly, my honeybird.

Cathy, you know I never meant to hurt
you. Our love is like…the nectar of the gods.
I’m sorry for what I done. Jesus is Lord.

Let me know if I’m praying right. The Word
of the Lord. That I’m going somewhere good.
I love you endlessly, my honeybird.

Only the sky and green grass go on forever,
and today is a good day to die. Oh God,
I’m sorry for what I done. Jesus is Lord.

Tell the guys I’m not wearing a diaper.
I can’t think of anything else. You all stay strong.
I love you endlessly, my honeybird.

Don’t bury me in the prison graveyard.
Don’t bury me next to Dad. Bury me beside Mom.
I’m sorry for what I done. Jesus is Lord.
I love you endlessly, my honeybird.

 

 


Eileen Talone received her MFA in poetry from New York University in 2011 and currently lives in New York, where she is an assistant editor at the Hudson Review.

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